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Listening To: Sarssipius’ Ark : Infectious Grooves

Current Horn Factor :

Horn Factor = Getting toey again !

That’s right folks … the BB machine is already getting ready to rev up again … according to the official site, Sydney auditions for Australian BB06 are being held December 4th-6th at Sydney Uni. For the first time this includes a Sunday – which means there’s a strong possibility of me going out clubbing till the wee hours on the Saturday night, then rocking up to Sydney uni to camp out for the remainder of the night and trying my luck (again) on the Sunday. I just hope they don’t have the same stupid rule they had last year about (ostensibly) not taking people in steady relationships – since I’m very much “taken” and quiet happy with that fact, thankyou very much !

Watch this space !

16/11/2005 Update: ‘Lo again … so … I’ve hit on a cunning plan. Let’s call it “Bloggers for Big Brother” shall we ? Basically, this involves a bunch of us Sydney bloggers meeting up in the city on Saturday the 3rd of December for a night of drinking and whatever else takes our fancy. No doubt starting somewhere in Newtown, and working our way from there. Some time later during the night we will migrate en-masse as a group to the Sydney uni campus, and all audition together on Sunday morning @ 9 a.m. (more like 10 or 10:30 if last year is anything to go by) for possibly the last (depending on how ratings go, and if TCN 10 renews the contract with Endemol) series of Australian Big Brother, BB06. Surely at least ONE of us should be interesting enough to get in ? So – whose with me guys ?

Listening To: Best of British Anthems : V/A (Alistair Whitehead Mix)

Current Horn Factor :

Horn Factor = Getting Toey

In a new, possibly semi-regular service for TROYL readers, here’s a quick peek into some recent stories from the entertainment world that caught my eye -

What Is It With Burgers & Clowns ?

Reuters reports that in a cease-and-desist letter sent by its attorney Howard Weitzman to the Burger King fastfood franchise and its advertising agency Crispin Porter + Bogusky on August the 4th, heavy-metal arse clowns Slipknot have declared their intent to sue the restaurant chain over its latest advertising campaign for Chicken Fries. The commercials feature a parody metal-band amusingly named “Coq Roq“, which the musicians claim bears a striking visual & sonic resemblance to their own patented blend of gothic shock-metal.

Is this the 'real' band ?

Or is this ?

Which is the ‘real’ band, and which is the parody ?

If the matter does go to court and the band actually wins a settlement, one can only assume other metal acts will follow and we’re likely to see bands like Ministry suing cereal manufacturer Kelloggs for using heavy guitar riffs in its series of Australian “Nutri-Grain” commercials which bear a suspicious resemblance to material from the bands seminal “Psalm-69″ album. Chicago-based industrial duo Velvet Acid Christ would also like to sue somebody, but so far haven’t found anyone who would actually listen to their music, let alone use it in an FMCG commercial.

All in all its no laughing matter; whatever the outcome, someone is going to end up with yolk on their faces.

Presumably laced with high levels of toxic heavy metals.

Is The ‘Bedroom Raider’ Headed For A Breakdown ?

In the latest issue of Australian NW magazine it’s alleged Angelina Jolie, she-of-the-botox-competing-lips-and-adopted-Ethopian-kids, is on the verge of a ‘breakdown’ over the current widespread perception she’s a “man-stealer” who broke up the marriage of the Pitts. Which makes a nice change really from the usual line of Jen sympathy doing the rounds of the tabloids for the last few months.

The magazine also claims the elder Pitts recently flew out to visit ‘Jen’ on the set of her new film, with the Bradsters mum “begging” Aniston to try for a reconciliation with their son. Two words for you, OK guys ? “Interfering in-laws” ! C’mon, do you really think visiting your sons ex-wife at work and harrassing her to give the jerk another chance is gonna work ?

Mmm ... yummie !

You don’t need Brad baby … pick IG and me instead !

Personally, I don’t see what the problem is. Everyone involved has six figure bank accounts, Jen has supposedly “found love again” in the arms of Vince Vaughn, and if Angelina is happy to be involved with a guy who is on public record as stating he expects his wife to pop out six kids and give up her career if needs be – then wassaproblem ? Alternatively, Le Jolie is always welcome to leave Hollywood behind and have a torrid lesbian fling with my fiancé Lisa – as long as I get to take the photos :)

Listening To: La Sexorcisto : White Zombie

Current Horn Factor :

Horn Factor = Not too bad at all :)

OK gang it’s official … I’m finally free of the annoying, overweight Kiwi flatmate and her equally annoying, overweight cats. Yaaaaay ! I’d been ferrying small carloads back and forth all week since last weekends engagement dinner for IG and I @ St.George Leagues, and on Saturday the removalists came to shift the majority of my remaining stuff to Bondi. Thereafter I spent the remainder of the weekend loading up my car with the few left-over odds and ends, and cleaning up the areas of the old apartment ostensibly under my control. In the end I think my old bedroom and bathroom ended up looking better than they had when I’d moved in. Which is natural I suppose – I’m an excellent frikkin flatmate, let me tell you !

We also took some time out with IG to go see Wedding Crashers on Sunday, which was absolutely hilarious (hell … I might even post a review depending on how slow work is today !) , and to hang out at the beach on Saturday morning. Excellent timing on the move, if I do say so myself. Spring has just sprung, and I’m ready to work on my tan again … so methinks I’ll be hitting the beach a lot this year :) One realisation I’ve been carefully trying to avoid, but which hit me full-force on Saturday till I couldn’t ignore it anymore is that Bondi is seriously full of good looking people. It makes sense; my fiancé lives there after all – but it does mean I definitely need to get back on the DB Workout Plan and shed those winter kilos quicksmart !

It’s an indesputable fact that Lisa likes surfie boys (and mediterranian boys, corporate boys … lots of different types of good looking guys hehe), and Bondi is full of excellent specimens in peak physical condition. I can’t afford to get complacent just because we’re engaged and as of this weekend living together, and being in a suburb which boasts such a high percentage of good looking competition, I’ve got no option but to get back to being as buff (if not buffer) as I was when we first met. The first phase of the plan involves getting up an extra half hour early to do some morning jogging. Will try to start that tommorrow. It also involves starting to use my weights again … which may involve me sourcing a mirror of some sort. Perhaps I’ll ‘steal’ the one from the ‘spare’ bedroom in my parents house, since they haven’t got a tennant in yet.

The next phase of the plan involves buying myself a pushbike again, since the fittest I’ve ever been was in Sweden when I was riding everywhere on a regular basis. This relies on my ex-flatmate paying me back my bond ASAP. I’d like to get a new bike for a change instead of a second-hand one, but depending on how badly the Kiwi wench tries to stooge me on outstaning bills, I might have to resort to the Trading Post again. We’ll see … one things for sure … none of this is gonna be easy ! It’s going to be well worth it though, to be able to stroll the streets amongst all the Bondians hand-in-hand with my fiancé, head held high knowing I’ve faced the competion and I’ve prevailed. Bah … and my parents think I lack a competitive streak !

Bring it on I say … it’s gonna be a great summer ! :)

Listening To: Choose One : 1200 Techniques

Current Horn Factor :

Horn Factor = Nnnngh !

I slept in her bed last night. Alone. I got takeaway from our favourite Indian place on Bondi Road, and sat on the couch in her loungeroom watching the A-Team and Rove. Without her. Y’see, IG left me her keys before she went to Fiji, and I was supposed to go to her apartment last night to pick up the rent money for her from her flatmate. Said flatmate ended up being a no-show, leaving me to spend a lonely night on my own in their deserted apartment. If I’d known how lonely that was going to be, I think I would have said “fekkit”, and made the long public transport trek back to Artarmon 15 minutes after the appointed time the absent flatmate was supposed to show.

Instead – fool that I am – I thought it would be nice to wait around and do all the things I’d normally do if my fiancé was there i.e. the trash TV, the yummy curry, and watching Rove. First up – The A-Team … I was fine during that; listening to Laurence Tarraud (“Mr-T to you, fool !”) tell Mad Dog to “cut the Jibba-Jabba” & watching another implausible plot unfold as the Team strove to successfully escape the clutches of both the military police and a band of uncrupulous bounty hunters, with the help of a pretty female vet named Dr.Kelly. I started to feel a little peculiar after the show finished however, and I went for the walk down Bondi Road to get takeaway. Walking past one of the seafood places, I remembered the other week when I bought IG a dozen oysters in lieau of sushi after Sushi Love shut its doors early one night. Walking further along, I started to mentally tick off other eateries as places we still had to try … and naturally I started to miss my baby more in the process.

I got back to the apartment with my spicy haul, and Lisas flatmate still hadn’t shown. Flicked the tele onto Rove, and proceeded to demolish my curry in record time. Now my stomach was full, yet I could still feel a paradoxical void starting to grow within. Rove was a bloody classic last night, so I found I was almost pissing myself with laughter at various points, especially Pete Helliars ‘interview with Arnold Swartzenegger’. Yet in the back of my mind I found my own laughter sounding strangely hollow, echoing in the space of the deserted loungeroom without her laughter to accompany it. Eventually the program finished at 11 pm, and I retired to the bedroom I’ll be sharing with IG fulltime in another few weeks.

That’s when the loneliness really hit me.


I know – I coped alright in the end with her going to Europe for a month, and I know she will be back in another few days. Every time she does this it still seems to get harder for me though. Lying in her bed, surrounded by the normal clutter everyone accumulates in their bedroom, I thought I could detect the faintest hint of her crisp, clean scent. It felt as if she’d been in the room a moment ago, and had left it just as I walked in. More than ever before, even that month she’d been in the Mediterranian; I found myself missing Lisa with every fibre of my being and wishing she was home ! It took all my strenght to stop myself from breaking out sobbing like a big, wet girlie, and crying myself to sleep. It doesn’t help that Fiji has no mobile coverage except for the main island, and the smaller islands she has been hopping between don’t even have landlines. Thus the last time I spoke to her was on Friday, and it won’t be till Friday hence that I can speak to her again. The days in between seem to be just dragging on and ooooon :-(

On that note, friends and fans . . .

Listening To: My Flatmate Snoring : Through the Bedroom Walls

Current Horn Factor :

Horn Factor = A Tad Toey

I must confess that for the third time today I’m altering the content of my last post. I actually had a fairly extended rant up for most of the evening (if anyone caught it) about Vesna from BB (not a fan), and some other stuff in general, but it’s been flicked back over to ‘draft mode’ because I’ve realised as much as Vesna shits me, I was getting a little too worked up in said post.

I want to be more like Tim – the HM cheated out of winning tonight by ‘under the radar’ Greg and the competive advantage offered the latter by the fact he’s a twin. Which means I need to develop more patience with people. Suffice to say, I’ll be having another look at the post in question before it goes back up. I just thought y’all should know … it’s not that I’ve been caught sleeping on the BB watch – I just need to get my head straight before I post about the latest evictees, and life in general.

Yeah … in case it isn’t bleeding obvious, IG is overseas again for a week … my writing always seems to get a bit fÖcked up when that happens doesn’t it ? :)

Laters …

Listening To: Clawfinger : Zeros & Heroes

Current Horn Factor :

Horn Factor = Balls Still Blue

All immediate family members have now been duly informed, and much to the relief of Lisa & I there’s no danger of freakout. So I can now OFFICIALLY (because nothings ‘real’ until it’s on your blog … right kids ? hehehe) confirm the brief mentions that we’ve been spreading in all your comment fields for over a month now. Namely – sometime in the next year or two my wonderful partner and I are set to walk down the aisle and become The Imaginary Disappearing Boy & Girl ! Woooooo !!! :-D :-D :-D

Summer Bay barbies stick that in your hats and smoke it ! ;)

So how did all this come about ?, I hear you ask. Well … ever the unconventional one, it was actually IG who popped the question first, way back in late April after we had only been involved for a few months and she had come back from Spain. It was a very pleasant surprise, but also a bit of a shock at the same time. I definitely wasn’t ready for such a serious step at the time – so it was with some regret I had to tell her as much, and risk breaking her heart in the process. Very luckily for me she took this knockback in her stride, and I guess it was then that I really started to examine my own feelings and seriously ponder the prospect for the next few months.

By the time May rolled around I’d done some serious soul searching in my private moments, and realised that if I was ever going to marry anyone, Lisa was definitely “the one” I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Believe me, the decision wasn’t that hard ! So I put a deposit down on a ring, and started planning for my own romantic proposal. With one payslip left to go before the ring was mine towards the end of June however, my best friend’s partner Anton threw a small spanner in the works by weighing in with his own marriage proposal to the friend in question (Mellipop) .

Thus the small circle of blogs we all travel in suddenly exploded with talk of Mellipops nuptials, and further shocks followed as a number of IG’s friends also picked that week to propose to their significant others. Chaos gang, pure chaos ! Here I was trying to surprise my baby with a romantic dinner and a ring I’d been saving for quiet some time for, yet here she was feeling like the world’s last spinster because it seemed to her as if I was the only guy she knew who wasn’t thinking about marriage.

For a few days there I was paralysed by indecision – should I wait another fortnight till my next pay came through and I could follow through on my original plan of getting down on bended knee before IG in the restaurant she’d originally asked me to marry her complete with shiny new ring, or should I spare her the pain of feeling like Bridget Jones for a while longer and just pop the question now sans nuptial-bling ? In the end the latter won out, and I proposed to my wonderful fiancé in a park by the water at Blues Point, complete with the Harbour Bridge and Opera House as a backdrop. I had a moment of breathless anticipation wondering if perhaps she hadn’t changed her mind in the intervening months between her proposal and mine – and she drew it out a little bit with a joke “maybe I should say what you said to me when I asked you” …

Luckily though friends and fans – after a few moments of leaving me wondering whether I hadn’t perhaps fÇ”cked up by not jumping in with both feet first time round, the wonderful IG answered my question with a smile and a “yes” ! :-D

So yep … this gang, is where it REALLY begins … The Rest of Your (My) Life !!!

Rock on !

Listening To: Remixed : Cabaret Voltaire

In case you missed it (like I did), there have been some very scary mergers and acquisitions of late in the world of design/graphics software publishing. Even scarier, I haven’t seen too many designers out in blog-land and elsewhere discussing these somewhat unsettling developments. It’s almost as if they have somehow slipped under our collective radar. All I can say is “what the fŨck ?” I’m scared people, very scared … and so should you be.

The first of our scary acquisitions happened back in October of last year. Corel Corporation bought out Jasc Software, makers of Paintshop Pro & the Painshop suite of image editing / album tools. Why is this so scary ? For those of you that don’t know it, PSP is in the opinion of many designers including myself, the only credible alternative to the defacto industry standard that is Adobe Photoshop. PSP started out as a unassuming shareware application along the lines of Gimp, but over the years thanks to a dedicated user base, considerable development from Jasc and the inclusion of increasing numbers of nifty features such as the ‘background eraser tool’, Python scripting and Photoshop-plugin compatability, has matured to the point where it can be seriously considered as a Photoshop alternative. The best thing about PSP prior to Corels acquisition of Jasc ? Despite its rich feature-set, which in some areas even exceeded the Adobe product it was competing with (e.g. the background eraser tool again), PSP was always far cheaper than the ridiculously over-priced Adobe offering. Around a quarter of the price, to be exact !!!

With Corels buy-up of Jasc, this situation is unfortunately very likely to change. Corel has always been Cletus, the retarded half-brother of the graphics software industry. Sure … some people use Corel Draw. They’re probably the same people who use Wordperfect. Some people use Bryce too – but this was the result of another corporate merger after all, and not something Corel had a hand in coming up with themselves. Whilst no competition for Adobe in terms of features or ease-of-use, Corels inferior software offerings have nontheless historically tended to sit at the pricey end of the spectrum. So the chances are, with this merger you can officially kiss PSP’s excellent value-for-money ROI factor goodbye. Being the retarded half-brother, it’s also likely that under Corels stewardship the innovation and continual development which one previously associated with successive releases of Paintshop is likely to be severely curtailed, if not halted completely.

There have already been rumours of significant numbers of ex-Jasc staff being given the sack by their new employer. The support program for old versions of the product (Corel has now released PSP 9.0) has become a complete shambles, and Corel has reportedly nobbled the old PSP Usenet archives. Which is a real shame indeed, given that the other fantastic feature of Paintshop Pro was always it’s world-class product support – doubly impressive in a product which was so affordably prices. The Jasc website is no more, and the Corel site does not appear to have ANY support or updates for the older Jasc software (< PSP 9.0). Essentially it would seem Corel has adopted a "fŨck them" attitude to the existing PSP userbase - which is a very dangerous precedent in an industry in which publisher amalgamation is an ongoing reality of day-to-day business.

Speaking of Adobe, this brings us neatly to the other scaaaary merger announced in April of this year. Surprisingly, given the earth-shattering nature of this revelation, it's been even less widely discussed / reported than the Corel-Jasc merger. Perhaps its because it is still relatively recent, and we haven't actually seen the merger-proper begin as yet, given the respective companies are still filing all the relevant paperwork with the SEC. Perhaps no-one wants to second-guess what this development will mean for the future of the design industry. Or maybe it's just been kept so quiet (buried deep within the 'company' sections of the Adobe & Macromedia websites, which most designers rarely if ever bother to read) that most people haven't yet realised its about to take place. Hold on to your hats kids, because

ADOBE IS BUYING UP MACROMEDIA !!!

In case you’re not a design-geek, this is roughly on par with Intel buying up AMD, or Microsoft acquiring Apple Corporation. Ok … the REST of Apple Corporation. If you’d prefer a completely non-geek analogy, it’s like Coca-Cola buying up Pepsico. As a sometime-designer, this merger scares me on a deep and primal level. This is McDonalds opening up a burger restaurant on Moscows Red Square. This is Mick Jagger receiving a knighthood. This is the end of all things good, and decent, and right with the world. In an industry dominated by a handful of big players, Adobe was always the ‘old guard’, and Macromedia the ‘young upstart’. As stated previously, Adobe’s flagshop combination of Photoshop and Illustrator have become more-or-less the defacto standard for image-editing applications over the years. With the emegence of the web however, they started to feel some serious competition from Macromedia in the 90′s, particularly as the latter concentrated on cementing the brand position of their Flash / Flash Player technology as the defacto standard for rich-media.

Coupled with a handful of complementary products such as Dreamweaver/Ultradev (the professionals choice for web design & development), Director & Authorware (CD-ROM & interactive design), and Freehand (the only credible Illustrator alternative on the market), Macromedia gradually consolidated their position as a serious rival to Adobe’s market-domination. Adobe tried to compete with second-rate releases like the excerable goLive and the creation of the industry laughing-stock that is the SVG (scaleable vector graphics) format, but in the end none of these initiatives really cut the mustard, so I suppose it’s inevitable they’ve decided to buy out the competition. What does this mean for the average designer ?

First and foremost, I think it’s once again going to come down to an issue of price. Now, Macromedia software has never been cheap. I actually had to sell my old car a few years back to finally get my hands on legit copies of the standard suite (Studio + Director). In comparison however, Adobe has always adopted the Microsoft pricing model. In other words, whilst Macromedia software has been merely expensive, Adobe’s offerings have always been hideously expensive. The initial steep fees are then coupled with pointless, incremental upgrade paths, as opposed to Macromedia’s genuine, feature-adding upgrade strategy.

Essentially what we have folks, is another bloated industry behemoth, using its monopoly position as provider of ‘industry standard’ software to gobble up any true competion, and to foist buggy, non-innovative renditions of the same old song on the people who made them their money in the first place. You don’t believe me ? What has Adobe done with Photoshop lately ? Photoshop Elements. Oooh yeah … that’s development … a cut-down version of Photoshop for the consumer digital camera market, to stave of competition from Paintshop and Ulead Photostudio ! The CS Suite (Photoshop CS, Illustrator CS etc) … puhlease … all of their recent releases seem to be minor retools of the long-matured software which gained them the industry domination in the first place. The ‘biggest’ Photoshop development in years seems to me to be the Liquify tool. Woop-de-doo ! I might as well use PS 5.5 for all the difference it will make, unless I actually need the Liquify tool (not likely). I’d rather stick to my copy of PSP 8.01 really.

With the acquistion of Macromedia, we’re likely to see new releases by the latter going down this same regrettable path. ‘Flash Elements’ anyone ? Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Adobe didn’t just rebadge Flash 4, stick in a PDF export option and try to flog it to punters for $300 precisely as that (‘Flash Elements’). We’re also likely to see the demise of Freehand in part or entirely (lets face it, why produce a product which gives your flag-ship vector illustration software a run for its money at a fraction of the latters over-inflated price ?), the phasing-out of Fireworks in favour of an ImageReady / Photoshop Elements combo, and the inclusion of the ridiculous SVG format in future versions of Flash, with the inevitable bloating of the Flash-player executable and the SWF format as a result. We might even see Macromedia / Adobe moving away from the innovative ‘open-source’ model which has underpinned the SWF format historically, and was so instrumental in helping leverage its unassailable brand-dominance in the first place.

Regretably, it also means we’re likely to see goLive around for many years to come, unless Adobe make the sensible decision of discontinuing this poor Dreamweaver clone now that they’ve got their hands on the real deal. I don’t even want to contemplate what’s going to happen to Director, given the decreasing importance Macromedia already seems to accord it in the product lineup each succesive year as Flash and its derivatives (Breeze, Flex etc.) take the lions-share of their development and support time. More than likely, we’re going to finally see the oft-predicted amalgamation of Director & Flash, in the same way Dreamweaver was almagated with Ultradev at the start of the current MX line. This wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing in itself, but with Adobe running the show we’re likely to see Lingo / Actionscript being crippled in the quest for ever-more ‘standarised’ interactions at the expense of developer flexibility, and the loss of native import / export options as the former try to maximise the bottom line by forcing designers to adopt other products in the ‘traditional’ Adobe suite.

That is perhaps my single biggest fear, and should be the fear of all designers faced with this dire industry development. Whereas once upon a time you could use Macromedia software, perhaps coupled with the previously mentioned Paintshop Pro, as a complete solution for your design needs without needing to touch a hellishly expensive Adobe product at all (especially if you had PDF Creator or a similar Acrobat alternative to round out your toolbox), it’s a 99.9% dead-cert that the acquisition of Macromedia by Adobe means those days are over. Resistance is futile, friends, you WILL be assimilated – and you’ll pay through the nose for the privelage, mark my words !

DB & IG in Victor Harbour, South Australia

   

DB at work … happy to be here or what ?

An inspiring view + Hunter grapefield …

   

Looking like local yokels in our VB footy beanies …

OK … so I haven’t updated in ages. So what else is new ? It’s been fairly busy at work, and the other day my boss had a dummy spit about my “always” being online. Granted, I was surfing W1K looking for some new wallpaper for my desktop, but that was only because I was waiting for our dog-slow system to finish running one of my jobs. Regardless, posting to the blog during work hours has become somewhat problematic. Nonetheless, I’ll try my luck today, and hope the boss doesn’t come back early from his meeting !

So anyways, what have I been up to between updates , I hear you ask ?

Well first off, IG and I went to see a band called “Transit Ink” play a gig Friday last at some dodgey pub in Petersham. We got there at about 10:30, and the boys still hadn’t come on. So we saw the last half hour or so of the support act, whose name I didn’t catch. The support band played standard Indie-Rock, nothing very original – all in all, pretty lame. Got to meet some of my girlfriend’s cousins and old mates in the meantime – a bunch of guys from Liverpool who had stood her up on several previous occassions. Talk about testosterone city !

I was definitely the ‘slightest’ individual sitting at that table, with the exception of IG herself. Perhaps this was the reason one of the mates of mates seemed to take an instant disliking to me, and spent most of the night alternating between giving me daggers and staring intensely at my girlfriend from half a metre away – without talking to either of us all night ! I was also conscious of the fact there was a little bit of ‘history’ between her and one of the other dudes at the table, so it didn’t help my state of mind that that particular guy looked like he could have easily squeezed the life out of me with one hand and still have enough muscle power left over to lift a small ute with the other. Bloody Italian-Stallions … they’ll be the death of me, I swear ;) Granted, he came across as a decent enough bloke, I hear he’s marrying a nice Italian girl, and HE wasn’t giving me daggers … but still, it’s a bit weird meeting one of your partners ex’s, especially when looking at them makes you feel a little inadequate ! Strictly my problem mind you – I know IG has no interest in this guy anymore.

Finally, at around 11 o’clock Transit Ink came on to the stage. Like Perregrine, these guys are old friends of Lisa’s, and in addittion the lead guitarist is the brother of a distant relative (gotta love those extended wog families !) – so she’s been to a fair few of their gigs. Apparently they’ve recently changed their sound – I have it on good authority they used to be a sort of Metallica/Van-Halen hybrid. If this is the case they’ve definitely done well at redefining their sound, because the songs we heard on Friday could best be described as ‘funk-influenced Indie-Rock’ … and they were pretty damned good ! Thus it was a bit of a shame that the pub management made them wind the set up after only 45 minutes at quarter to 12 ! Although on the plus side, it meant that once my girlfriend had made her various goodbyes, we could leave the testosterone zone and I could feel like a whole man again instead of a pipe-cleaner figurine. Not to mention, I didn’t have to feel death-stares aimed at the back of my head anymore ;)

OK – that was the Transit Ink gig. Last Wednesday, we went to a pub in Surrey Hills to watch the State of Origin on the big screen. Free steak, cheap beer and a great night of watching the Blues thrash the Marones. It wasn’t a bad night at all, only slightly marred by me spilling some water on the patient IG when I accidentally knocked her glass over. I got a dose of instant-karma for that mind you, when I was sick as a dog later in the night from either (a) the greasy chips that came with my steak or (b) the steak itself. I’m not sure exactly what it was, but either way 1 a.m found me shaking with nausea and projectile vomiting in a handy laundry tub while my girlfriend slept undisturbed in the blissful cocoon of her own bedroom far away in Bondi.

More recently (i.e. the weekend just passed), IG and I went for a romantic trip down to the Hunter Valley. We left Sydney on Friday night, got to the Formula 1 Motel in Newcastle at about 9pm. Now my girlfriend had been putting shit on the Formula One for several weeks, due to the chains unfortunate reputation as a ‘shaggin motel’ in Sydney. A reputation, incidentally, of which I wasn’t aware until I met IG and she pointed it out to me – although since then, a number of other people have confirmed this is the reputation they associate with Formula 1 also. So I’m glad that upon arriving, the Newcastle Formula 1 proved to still be up to the excellent combination of affordability/cleanliness/non-tackiness that I’ve always associated with the chain, from staying at a few different ones in the course of various inter-state/inter-city travels. I think it was one of those very rare occasions where I’ve proved to be more right than my wonderful girlfriend. So I’m glad she was pleasantly surprised !

On Saturday morning we took off for Pokolbin, and spent the rest of the day driving from one winery to the next, admiring the picturesque wine-country views, sampling many delicious varieties of vino, and occasionally purchasing bottles to take back with us. Later we drove back to the motel, picked up some supplies at the well-stocked Wallsend Coles, and had a mini-feast of wine, cheese, crackers and cheese-twists in our motel room, along with some quality … erm … cuddling :) Not only was it wonderful to spend such a romantic day with my beautiful girlfriend, but it was also a bit of a nostalgia experience for me, having gone on a Hunter trip or two previously in my late teens with Mum & Dad.

Sunday morning found us cruising the streets of Newcastle for some action – or to be more accurate, for a shop that was actually open, for want of anything better to do ! Wearing a pair of bright-green ‘VB’ beanies we’d scored watching the Origin game on the Wednesday, we felt like proper ‘bogans’ – said fact confirmed when we spotted a number of local derros wearing the same beanie on our trip through town. We ducked in to a music / fashion shop called “Rock City”, which was suitably tacky, and also contained at least one other local in a VB beanie. We left after a bit of happy browsing, but not before the geriatric gentleman (sans beanie) hanging out at the front of the store had taken the opportunity to spend some time checking out my girlfriends norgs. Afterwards we went for a bit of a walk by the seaside, and checked out a surprisingly BIG cathedral at the appropriately named “Church Hill”. We followed this up with an exceedingly over-priced (and exceedinly sweet) Indian takeaway, and made our way back to Sydney.

Sunday night finished off with us crashing at my place for a bit, before I spent some time looking in the newspaper for jobs and my girlfriend watched hot lesbian action on tele courtesy of ‘Kissing Jesicca Stein’, then a version of the Cinderella fairytale starring Drew Barrymore. I was planning to make us some dinner, and we were going to settle down to watch BB, when my flat-mate arrived home and made it clear by her actions and her scowl that she was none-too-pleased to see us. Probably something to do with the fact she had her ex-boyfriend in tow again, and was probably counting on having her ‘wicked way’ with him (a mental image I don’t even want to contemplate, given neither of them is particularly ‘easy on the eye’). So IG and I made ourselves scarce and pissed off to her place instead, where we had some good (but rich) Indian takeaway and watched a bit of tele. Finally at around 11 I tucked my darling in to bed and bade her goodnight, and went home to crash.

All in all then – a weekend of pure gold ! :)

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